Tonight on Evelyn street, lessons in survival dissolve in the heat
Below, poolside blue and boxcutter youth
Cut them to ribbons in a telephone booth
Hear how nightingales sing for those without hearing, for those without thought
But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives
Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory collide
Now, the sound of singing won’t calm you it’ll only make you sick
The blocks to bleed across the sidewalk, to tumble and trip
But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives
Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory collide
The threat of deat just withstanding, the sound of these birds
Where beauty won’t end
A blur deaf to the crosstalk, the clot of the feathers that stick to the sidewalk
But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives
Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory,
The end of the story
Where blessings of glory collide
Collide, collide